Durst is working with the iconic Travolta on a semi-biographical project titled 'Moose'.

Did anyone see this coming? Former rock frontman Fred Durst – yes, he the reverse-baseball cap wearing singer in one-time nu-metal titans Limp Bizkit – is set to direct a new thriller movie starring none other than the legendary John Travolta.

The 64 year old actor is joining Devon Sawa in a new film titled Moose, a project that’s partly based on Durst’s own life, and particularly the incident in which he was stalked by a crazed fan several years ago.

According to Variety on Wednesday (March 7th), Travolta will play the titular lead in the film, concerning “a rabid movie fan obsessed with his favourite celebrity action hero [played by Sawa]. As Moose’s obsession grows stronger, his fixation turns from stalking to ambition of destroying the star’s life — a story inspired by a real-life fan who stalked Durst many years ago.”

You may know Fred Durst as the perpetually angry, 90-s influenced front man of Limp Bizkit, but apparently he has several other projects in the works. Among them, an hour-long “music drama” created for CW, the network which brought you life-affirming productions like Gossip Girl, The Vampire Diaries, Supernatural and now this.

Durst is attempting to break back into pop culture with a CW project.

According to the LA Times the project is set to be based on Durst’s own life and eventual rise to fame as the vocalist of Limp Bizkit. It will chronicle the band’s career through the glory days of MTV and TRL, when tracks like Break Stuff and Nookie provided the musical background to many a teenage bedroom.

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